Waiting is never easy or fun as we have seen throughout this period of Advent. But Christmas is here at last! May God bless you. My gift to you today is to pass along a favorite poem, author unknown but appreciated. Read it aloud and enjoy its words of wisdom as God explains the benefits of the times when you and I sit on the sidelines.
WAIT
Desperately, helplessly, longingly,
I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly,
God replied.
I pled and I wept
for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said,
“Child, you must wait.”
Wait?
You say wait, my indignant reply.
Lord, I need answers;
I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened?
Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked and am
claiming Your Word.
My future and all to which
I can relate
hangs in the balance, and
You tell me to WAIT?
I’m needing a ‘yes,’
a go-ahead sign,
or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.
And Lord, You promised
that if we believe
we need but to ask,
and we shall receive.
And Lord, I’ve been asking,
and this is my cry:
I’m weary of asking!
I need a reply!
Then quietly, softly,
I learned of my fate
as my Master replied
once again,
“You must
wait.”
So, I slumped in my chair,
defeated and taut
and grumbled to God,
“So I’m waiting…for what?”
He seemed, then, to kneel,
and His eyes wept with mine,
And tenderly said,
“I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens
and darken the sun,
I could raise the dead
and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and
pleased you would be.
You would have all you want – But
you wouldn’t know Me.
You’d not know the depth of My love
for each saint;
You’d not know the power
that I give to the faint;
You’d not learn to see through the
clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by
knowing I’m there;
You’d not know the joy of
resting in Me
When darkness and silence
were all you could see.
You’d never experience that
fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit
descends like a dove;
You’d know that I give and
save…(for a start),
But you’d not know the depth
or beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort
late into the night,
The faith that I give
when you walk without sight,
The depth that’s beyond getting
just what you asked
Of an infinite God that makes what
you have LAST.
You’d never know,
should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that
“My grace is sufficient for Thee.”
Yes, your dreams for your loved
ones overnight would come true,
But oh, the Loss!
If I lost what I’m doing in you!
So be silent, My Child,
and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts
is to get to know Me.
And though oft’ may My answers
seem terribly late,
My most precious answer
of all is still,
“Wait.”
(author unknown)
